The Last Time I Saw You. Liv Constantine

Kate about her absent mother, indifferent father, and hated stepmother. She shared her insecurities and anxieties, and slowly, slowly, Kate opened up too. She had felt like a bird being set free from its cage, grateful to finally have someone tell her it was all right to be sad or angry or however else she felt for as long as she felt. It would be such a relief to confide in her, to let it all out. It took only a few seconds for her to decide to ignore Anderson’s order of secrecy and plunge ahead. “Not a ghost,” she finally said, “but something equally terrifying. A message from the killer.”

      Blaire’s eyes widened in surprise. “Lily’s killer contacted you?”

      From there, it came out in a rush. The threatening text the night of the funeral, the mice in her bathroom sink.